This is one of my favorite quotes from the Princess Bride, here’s the whole scene:
Count Rugen: Ah. Are you coming down into the pit? Wesley’s got his strength back. I’m starting him on the machine tonight.
Prince Humperdinck: Tyrone, you know how much I love watching you work, but I’ve got my country’s 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it; I’m swamped.
Count Rugen: Get some rest. If you haven’t got your health, then you haven’t got anything.
I’m sick. I NEVER get sick – this blows. I’ve been telling myself for days that it’s allergies but the gig (jig?) is up, I have a full on cold. I can’t breathe, I’m talking funny, and I’ve been through almost a whole box of Kleenex in the 3 hours I’ve been at work. This sucks.
I don’t even have any drugs, I’ll have to go get them at lunch. I hate that they run my license to sell me Advil Cold and Sinus – I feel like I’m on the FBI’s meth cookers watch list and it makes me all twitchy. Despite the amount of wine I drink and the number of burritos I eat in a given week, I’m remarkably healthy, and I have way too much going on in the next two weeks to deal with this crap. And I approach weaknesses in my body with exactly the same amount of compassion that I do weakness in my mind, that is to say… angrily. Go away!
Update… I’m home in my pajamas. I realized I was probably not fit for work when I went to CVS at lunch and was standing in the middle of an aisle with no idea what I was looking for or where it could be. A nice sales guy walked up and asked if he could help and I said something like “yeah, I’m looking for those things… you know… to use when I sneeze or blow my nose? You know?” and he said “um, tissue?” So that was my first clue. My second was when I got back to the office and my GM walked by and said “will you go the hell home, I can hear you sneezing from my office.” Hmmmph, whatever. I’ll be fine tomorrow.